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The rendezvous point in the West Quarter was a dimly lit square, where shadows danced ominously under the flickering light of a lone lantern.
Dabi's allies gathered close, their faces illuminated by the glow, revealing a mix of determination and anxiety.
Each of them understood the gravity of their situation.
Dabi had stirred the hornet's nest, and the Orkish King would not rest until he had exacted his revenge.
"Dabi, what now?" asked Kira, a sharp-eyed warrior with a streak of blood on her cheek from the earlier brawl. "
The guards will be swarming the streets. We can't stay here for long."
Dabi took a deep breath, grounding himself. The stakes were high, and panic would not serve them now.
"We need to regroup and find allies. The King's forces are vast, but there are those within the kingdom who oppose his tyranny.
If we can unite with them, we might stand a chance."
